Days turned into nights, and the echoes of Elsie's wails and pleas lingered in the air. Madriod, confined in the cold, damp cell, replayed the moments leading to Elsie's selfless act in his mind. The weight of grief and loss pressed heavily on his heart.

Dewin had had his men carry Madriod back and lock him up.

Madriod sat up with his back against the wall of his cell with a newfound determination surging inside of him. He didn't want to believe that Rosa was dead.

Now that He had openly professed his love for her, he didn't think he could continue on with his life without her. He vowed...